This is a song about "Moving to texas"

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Starting at the feet an moving to the endings

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

Stuck in the state of limbo, moving forth to prevail,

She was new to the school i think she moved from texas

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Ads, the texas ranger,

Huh, i can't interpret her

In the beginning i became the councillor, not just to my friend but to my classmates,

Cause i'm not about to sell me soul to live life moving like license plates

They aren't even moving slow,

This prada make me shallow

So, i'm moving on to the next competitor to experiment like i've got a beaker.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Yet to be moving like a 2 year old